They are the multiplex dwellers who have become used to living in the cultural freezing cold, whose brains have been addled by poisonous celluloid asbestos, and whose expectations of mainstream entertainment have been gradually eroded by leaky plumbing and infestations of verminous pests.

Claiming that someone is part of the class of the "lowest and most verminous of all businesspeople" because they were an executive at Rounder Records is kind of like attributing the sins of Rupert Murdoch to the person running a scrappy alt-weekly in Duluth.